Blessed Be

Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew, as whistling rain pelted majestic oaks. And, the soaked birds began to cry for you as Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks, thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new. Silver Maples fluttered in the wind where fast asleep the rabbits hid away; all the beauty we wish would never end, the brightened colors of each joyful day, as Nature's glory flowed out to transcend. Still, in the silence, a flowing stream sang a melody of bygone days and stones skipping from little hands as flat slates sprang and lent a lilt of laughter to each tone. Can you taste the winds as the seasons flow? The comfy scent of wood smoke on the breeze recalls the snap of pine cones in the hearth or trudging through forest deep for downed trees to bring home for a Yuletide's start. Water, wood, metal, fire, are God’s gifted plan. Robert Lindley & Debbie Guzzi